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Lucco sets Nerah down next to her mother. "That's good. Marie was a mess when she was pregnant, both times."
Marie wrinkles her nose. "Oh, hush, Lucco. She doesn't need to know about that."
Lucco shrugs. "Thought it'd make her feel better if she knew she wasn't alone in feeling bad while being pregnant."
Alrighty. I'll try and wrap up things between Sādhanā and Ylrhea when I get a chance. Work is...hectic today. Lunch was late and I have a metric ton of stuff to do.
Have fun camping. Maybe we'll join you one of these years :P
We're going to the land of no internet this weekend (leaving Saturday morning), so we probably won't post until Sunday evening.
In the kitchen, Arista finds Marie already at the stove. She smiles at her aunt and Celine. "I hope you don't mind. I thought we should do our fair share while staying here. Andres is taking care of the horses and Lucco is chopping some firewood. Nerah and Will are still sleeping."
Wheel of Maternity: 1d8 ⇒ 1
The armored woman addresses the group. "I am Hoshina Riruka, but, as is custom outside of Jin Zhao, you may call me Riruka."
She lets out an uneasy sigh. "We will accept your help."
The human woman in rags speaks up. "I'm Bael and this is my brother, Tellin."
The elf gives a polite nod. "I am Justinian."
Drago watches as the book stops at a short passage, reading more like a poem than an edict.
"A Summoner is called, not born.
A House may share bloodlines.
The Way is not set in stone.
The Call and the Oath
Rajni sees two disheveled humans, a man and a woman, wearing little more than rags, a young elven man dressed in a similar way, and a stoic-looking woman with narrow eyes in burned and cracked armor. They are soon joined by a dark elf woman, who comes carrying two baskets.
"Thank you, stranger, for your kindness," the woman in armor says.
Fawthul puts his fingers together and rests his chin on them. "There was a man, Falcone Medici, a wizard of sorts known for his eccentric tastes. He fell in love with Castia Snowhawke, your great-grandmother and also a Frost Blood. She rebuffed him and he cursed her, saying that she would not ever know the touch of another man and that any of her bloodline would suffer the same fate, should she ever manage to conceive. Castia scoffed at this but, sure enough, her one and only lover (your great-grandfather) was slain by her power on their wedding night, but fortune smiled on Castia and she bore a son. Suffice it to say, the amulet was created to remind Castia of her lover's touch. Surprisingly, the curse only affected those who were Frost Bloods...you being the only one since Castia."
Fawthul thinks for a moment. "Medici died by the hands of a vampire...Chalandra, I believe her name was...but he had two children. Perhaps they are why the curse still exists. Medici's children were taken in by Lorenzo Bardi, Divitia and Niccolo...yes, that's them. They are the key to the curse."